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Saturday, May 24, 2008   |   Poetry
I hight Don Quixote, I live on peyote,
   marijuana, morphine and cocaine,
I never know sadness but only a madness
   that burns at the heart and the brain.
I see each charwoman, ecstatic, inhuman,
   angelic, demonic, divine.
Each wagon a dragon, each beer mug a flagon
   that brims with ambrosial wine.

a poem by Jack Parsons